Chapter 7 - The Savior
JACE'S POV
Just as my feet leave the support of the ledge, something catches me and brings me to safety. At first I think of Magnus, considering what happened at Max's party, but I soon realized that the savior was Clary. Her hands glowed with a blood-red light that wrapped around my waist with infinite strength, and pulled me back onto the roof. I was now, once again, standing on the ledge. I was about to ask Clary about it when I saw her hand. The deepest rune I had ever seen shone, with glittering blood. As if she could hear my thoughts, she explained, "I call it the Fatal Trade Rune. You can turn back time to the moment before someone's cause of death, with the effects only applying to the person it's directed at."
"Ok, but what's with the Trade part?", I asked. It was my life that was saved by this new rune. I thought I had a right to know.
"The light that you saw carry you back to the ledge was light formed by real blood. My blood. I use a great deal of it everytime I save someone.".
One more question remained but it would never be answered, as Clary raised the back of her hand to her forehead and mumbled, "Speaking of which…. I'm a little ligh-" before dropping to the floor beneath her, hand dripping with blood.
MAGNUS' POV
I rub his finger in between my own, nervously. This was the night of his surgery, and I knew I'd have to wait anxiously in the waiting room for several hours once again. Even though nothing was happening and all was peaceful for the time being, the palms of my hands still sweat and my heart pounded in my chest. This was going to be one of the last moments before a major turning point in his life. This consisted of many possible outcomes, yet only one was desirable; That once awake from the coma, he could talk, hear, and understand speech. I tried not to get my hopes up, as this wasn't very likely and I was trying to make myself as little disappointed as possible when I was to find out officially.
The doctors had told me that they were going to attempt to bring him out of his coma after the surgery so that we'll know what his abilities are as soon as possible. I remember asking one of them if I could be there for it. They said they'd ask their boss, but I still didn't have the answer. Now, I was sitting here, at his bedside, with no idea what was to come. All that existed in that moment was us, and that's all that I cared about, as I have suffered much loss in my centuries-old life. The fact that we were together…. That was everything, even if one of us were conscious.
Suddenly, Dr. Hickey, (I recognized the name as it meant healer in Irish, which I somehow picked up along the way), came through the doors to our right and started toward us. "It's time.", is all he said. I thought of how that one statement would reside in my memory forever as I stood to give him and the other doctors, who were now filling the room, space.
